lunes, 24 de octubre de 2011
domingo, 23 de octubre de 2011
lunes, 17 de octubre de 2011
jueves, 13 de octubre de 2011
martes, 27 de septiembre de 2011
lunes, 26 de septiembre de 2011
miércoles, 21 de septiembre de 2011
martes, 13 de septiembre de 2011
I would steal you from this patient world let it chase us
It could never take you back
We could watch it from the clouds
We can’t stop it anyhow
It’s not ours
We could watch it from the clouds
We can’t stop it anyhow
It’s not ours
I know you know me well enough
To know I’m lucky to have you
But oh it’s just the little things
The words that I should tell you all the time
Like you’re so sweet to me
When you beat me in double solitaire
You’re so sweet to me
In a world that’s not always fair
We could watch it from the clouds
We can’t stop it anyhow
It’s not ours anekatips
We could watch it from the clouds
We can’t stop it anyhow
It’s not ours
The more love that you feel
The more your little heart will ache
Love is the only thing that carries on
It’s the only thing this world can’t take
This love is ours
This love is ours
This love is
This love is
Oh, you’re such a pretty thing
I’ll take you and I’ll make you all mine.
lunes, 12 de septiembre de 2011
martes, 6 de septiembre de 2011
lunes, 5 de septiembre de 2011
jueves, 18 de agosto de 2011
miércoles, 17 de agosto de 2011
jueves, 4 de agosto de 2011
domingo, 31 de julio de 2011
viernes, 29 de julio de 2011
miércoles, 27 de julio de 2011
miércoles, 6 de julio de 2011
lunes, 4 de julio de 2011
sábado, 25 de junio de 2011
domingo, 19 de junio de 2011
viernes, 17 de junio de 2011
domingo, 12 de junio de 2011
miércoles, 25 de mayo de 2011
lunes, 9 de mayo de 2011
viernes, 29 de abril de 2011
miércoles, 27 de abril de 2011
Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...
domingo, 24 de abril de 2011
sábado, 9 de abril de 2011
martes, 5 de abril de 2011
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